<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741455</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:49:27.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manfred Von Richthofen</title><subtitle type='html'>Manfred Von Richthofen by Steve Real</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9741455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741455.post-2213716888248794018</id><published>2006-12-19T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:05:54.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The quality of my officers&lt;br /&gt;are woefully lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to a diner party&lt;br /&gt;you use a fork and a knife.&lt;br /&gt;you shine your damn shoes,&lt;br /&gt;o.k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means not&lt;br /&gt;gettin' rip to the gills&lt;br /&gt;singing drinking songs&lt;br /&gt;in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to act like&lt;br /&gt;some 'gavones'&lt;br /&gt;walking around the town&lt;br /&gt;like a of bunch A-class&lt;br /&gt;jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're wearing&lt;br /&gt;that god damn uniform.&lt;br /&gt;That's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open doors for the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Try to act like a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what a gentleman is?&lt;br /&gt;It means self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be an officer&lt;br /&gt;or a street punk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you better make up&lt;br /&gt;youe mind and&lt;br /&gt;get your shit together.&lt;br /&gt;So listen up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be polite.&lt;br /&gt;Use some damn manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were born in a barn&lt;br /&gt;I could understand,&lt;br /&gt;but you weren't.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in Cologne.&lt;br /&gt;Cologne of all places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So smartin' the fuck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you were raised&lt;br /&gt;better then this.&lt;br /&gt;So show me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough we fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this happens again&lt;br /&gt;you will be relieved&lt;br /&gt;from your command&lt;br /&gt;and grounded from flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest&lt;br /&gt;ordering the steak next time&lt;br /&gt;they have excellent steak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9741455-2213716888248794018?l=manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/feeds/2213716888248794018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9741455&amp;postID=2213716888248794018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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all&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the bullets&lt;br /&gt;wizing buy&lt;br /&gt;i drop like a rock out of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuuck you man!"&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fire that bastard&lt;br /&gt;when i get down.&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ground rushed up&lt;br /&gt;I crashed through the tree into a field&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9741455-115948109388328710?l=manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/feeds/115948109388328710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9741455&amp;postID=115948109388328710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1851/184/400/manfred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manfred Von Richthofen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9741455-115689958576729953?l=manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/feeds/115689958576729953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9741455&amp;postID=115689958576729953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9741455/posts/default/115689958576729953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9741455/posts/default/115689958576729953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/2006/08/manfred-von-richthofen.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741455.post-115689944701336936</id><published>2006-08-29T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:08:43.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think you should paint it red,&lt;br /&gt;Baron.&lt;br /&gt;Candide was stylish&lt;br /&gt;she look beautiful next to the new tri plane.&lt;br /&gt;"I think that's wonderful idea.&lt;br /&gt;Red.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh I like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candide had that 'smile' going on.&lt;br /&gt;I love that smile.&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be married after the war Baron."&lt;br /&gt;She wants to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I would like that Cany&lt;br /&gt;very much."&lt;br /&gt;I knew that would never happen,&lt;br /&gt;but I was in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted that moment to last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9741455-115689944701336936?l=manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/feeds/115689944701336936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9741455&amp;postID=115689944701336936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9741455/posts/default/115689944701336936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9741455/posts/default/115689944701336936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-you-should-paint-it-red-baron.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741455.post-114505762031723081</id><published>2006-04-14T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:33:40.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Do you think this is easy?"&lt;br /&gt;Candide knew I have been drinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sending people to die?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think this is easy?&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck do you think I am?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I want to send my friends to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are choices that no man should make.&lt;br /&gt;These are choices that should never be made!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my pilots.&lt;br /&gt;I never fly with heathens.&lt;br /&gt;These are my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;These are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send them out.&lt;br /&gt;I alone make this decision.&lt;br /&gt;I choose the time.&lt;br /&gt;I choose the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are loyal to me&lt;br /&gt;and to me alone.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this is a game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't be so sure of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The hard choice is yet to made.&lt;br /&gt;But I alone will make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9741455-114505762031723081?l=manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741455.post-114021926469596921</id><published>2006-02-17T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:47:20.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Candide ran around with a bottle of champagne&lt;br /&gt;blessing the New Years Eve crowd liberally.&lt;br /&gt;"Bless you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bless you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officers were greatly amused.&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly beside myself.&lt;br /&gt;She had stolen the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candide was a woman&lt;br /&gt;in command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played me pro.&lt;br /&gt;And I loved her deeply for it.&lt;br /&gt;And she knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was growing cold.&lt;br /&gt;But she brought me back&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;And I love her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you Candide!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and the&lt;br /&gt;whole world smiled with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9741455-114021926469596921?l=manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/feeds/114021926469596921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9741455&amp;postID=114021926469596921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9741455/posts/default/114021926469596921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9741455/posts/default/114021926469596921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manfredvonrichthofen.blogspot.com/2006/02/candide-ran-around-with-bottle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741455.post-110374052964713443</id><published>2005-08-28T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:20:57.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by Steve Real</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz' looked over at me,&lt;br /&gt;he didn't have to say a word.&lt;br /&gt;The young lady was clearly&lt;br /&gt;in trouble&lt;br /&gt;and Boelcke&lt;br /&gt;was not about to watch her get&lt;br /&gt;slap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;for one evening"&lt;br /&gt;Oz' said to the attacker&lt;br /&gt;"leave her alone and&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you walk out of here&lt;br /&gt;in one piece."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand French&lt;br /&gt;too well,&lt;br /&gt;but it was clear&lt;br /&gt;she was grateful for&lt;br /&gt;the intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attacker grab her by the neck&lt;br /&gt;he said&lt;br /&gt;"What's your problem flyboy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boelcke didn't wait to answer&lt;br /&gt;He launched at the attacker&lt;br /&gt;with full force&lt;br /&gt;Os' was clearly out of his league&lt;br /&gt;The attacker swung him into&lt;br /&gt;the pub floor with one hand&lt;br /&gt;and proceeded to pound Oswald Boelcke&lt;br /&gt;like a punching bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step in with&lt;br /&gt;the only option I had,&lt;br /&gt;a lovely bottle&lt;br /&gt;of Lafite Rothschild '87.&lt;br /&gt;"Whack!"&lt;br /&gt;The bottle exploded&lt;br /&gt;on the man's Neanderthal head&lt;br /&gt;He drop like a sack of potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why thankyou Manfred"&lt;br /&gt;Os' said nasally,&lt;br /&gt;with blood pouring&lt;br /&gt;out of his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend,&lt;br /&gt;anything in the service&lt;br /&gt;of an honorable man."&lt;br /&gt;I reached down&lt;br /&gt;and pulled Boelcke off the&lt;br /&gt;pub floor.&lt;br /&gt;The young lady was completely&lt;br /&gt;in tears&lt;br /&gt;kissing Boelcke's face&lt;br /&gt;The pub was cheering Os'&lt;br /&gt;for his heroic antics&lt;br /&gt;apparently,&lt;br /&gt;this guy&lt;br /&gt;had been the local brute&lt;br /&gt;for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had&lt;br /&gt;a little too much&lt;br /&gt;to drink&lt;br /&gt;Candide's eyes were shining&lt;br /&gt;brilliant green&lt;br /&gt;We dance as the band played on&lt;br /&gt;hoping to hold&lt;br /&gt;this moment&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;The ballroom was hot&lt;br /&gt;with people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Manfred,&lt;br /&gt;why do fly?"&lt;br /&gt;Candide inquired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her closer&lt;br /&gt;and whisper in her ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The same reason&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;you're my life."&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please,&lt;br /&gt;don't fly&lt;br /&gt;Manfred"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love looking&lt;br /&gt;at Candide's face&lt;br /&gt;in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;she is a particuliarly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;woman&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch&lt;br /&gt;her breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a classic face&lt;br /&gt;right off a Greek statue&lt;br /&gt;I still question&lt;br /&gt;how did I get to be&lt;br /&gt;with her&lt;br /&gt;I put my uniform on&lt;br /&gt;it's still dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I try to be quite&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;let her sleep&lt;br /&gt;a staff car is heading over&lt;br /&gt;to pick me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Manfred?"&lt;br /&gt;she says with her eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;still lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;"You know,&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I know Candy,&lt;br /&gt;and I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;I lean over&lt;br /&gt;and kiss her&lt;br /&gt;She holds onto me&lt;br /&gt;tightly&lt;br /&gt;"I have to go"&lt;br /&gt;I open the door&lt;br /&gt;to the cold air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodluck Manfred"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immelmann loved his cars&lt;br /&gt;He took the city streets&lt;br /&gt;like it was his own&lt;br /&gt;personnel property&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slow down Max!&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;do you hear me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max was a little too&lt;br /&gt;into himself&lt;br /&gt;He gets too&lt;br /&gt;lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Manfred&lt;br /&gt;my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Speed is life!&lt;br /&gt;We need&lt;br /&gt;to go faster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tires grip&lt;br /&gt;the wet streets&lt;br /&gt;of Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Technology is the answer,&lt;br /&gt;We have to go faster&lt;br /&gt;We have to be smarter&lt;br /&gt;and build it all cheaper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immelmann&lt;br /&gt;dump the clutch&lt;br /&gt;into second gear&lt;br /&gt;exploding fuel in the pistons&lt;br /&gt;pushing me back into my seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hammer down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man!&lt;br /&gt;Immelmann&lt;br /&gt;Slowdown!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help&lt;br /&gt;myself from laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your nuts Max!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immelmann look at me&lt;br /&gt;"There's an answer&lt;br /&gt;in this gear box!&lt;br /&gt;I just know its'&lt;br /&gt;got to be&lt;br /&gt;in there,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;The answers&lt;br /&gt;in here,&lt;br /&gt;It's in here,&lt;br /&gt;Manfred"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car's engine&lt;br /&gt;was winding out&lt;br /&gt;he push&lt;br /&gt;the front end&lt;br /&gt;we hit the curb&lt;br /&gt;It was scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like to ski&lt;br /&gt;Manfred?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;Candide cut across the morning fog&lt;br /&gt;her horse knew the path&lt;br /&gt;as if it cantered it a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I love my horse&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about her&lt;br /&gt;I feel ancient&lt;br /&gt;when I ride her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candide was coming up&lt;br /&gt;to the edge of the field&lt;br /&gt;You could feel the rain start&lt;br /&gt;Candide looks back&lt;br /&gt;and she smiles&lt;br /&gt;Her face tells me&lt;br /&gt;the story&lt;br /&gt;Candide's horse picks up the pace&lt;br /&gt;they're heading for the forest&lt;br /&gt;the rain is coming down,&lt;br /&gt;hard!&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry Manfred!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeow!"&lt;br /&gt;It's raining!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man my head hurts!&lt;br /&gt;It's got to be&lt;br /&gt;those bodies&lt;br /&gt;I just can't think&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you smell it?&lt;br /&gt;Death in the air&lt;br /&gt;in the water&lt;br /&gt;in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a duty,&lt;br /&gt;an honor&lt;br /&gt;to perform,&lt;br /&gt;a job&lt;br /&gt;to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want me to stop&lt;br /&gt;and their concern&lt;br /&gt;is well earned&lt;br /&gt;But I must fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head,&lt;br /&gt;hurts,&lt;br /&gt;so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bodies&lt;br /&gt;stacked up like wood&lt;br /&gt;I get disgusted&lt;br /&gt;I have changed&lt;br /&gt;this isn't&lt;br /&gt;the same world&lt;br /&gt;that I started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidence&lt;br /&gt;is tilted&lt;br /&gt;My prayers&lt;br /&gt;are weak&lt;br /&gt;My faith&lt;br /&gt;has been jilted&lt;br /&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;at a peek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;why can't&lt;br /&gt;I remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswald's plane&lt;br /&gt;dumps into a barrowroll&lt;br /&gt;and pushes down invertedly&lt;br /&gt;picking up speed&lt;br /&gt;the sun was behind us&lt;br /&gt;they didn't hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;we were so high above them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This machine&lt;br /&gt;it's perfect&lt;br /&gt;Immelman was right&lt;br /&gt;"Go Os!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane rip the wind&lt;br /&gt;It was a mad rush down&lt;br /&gt;I was charged up&lt;br /&gt;The Engine 'winds out'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steady"&lt;br /&gt;"Steady"&lt;br /&gt;I chanted to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishmen senses us in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;and breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have you!"&lt;br /&gt;The plane flies perfect&lt;br /&gt;it is the best one yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steady"&lt;br /&gt;I pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;"Wrack!"&lt;br /&gt;shouts the gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time slows as the bullet stream&lt;br /&gt;cuts the plane in half&lt;br /&gt;The pilot looks at me&lt;br /&gt;I see his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane explodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy Shit!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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